Monday, September 18, 2017

Hanson The English Dragon Release Day & Give Away






Quinn Langley knew her mother didn’t have long to live. Soon it would just be her and her little sister, Carmine. Nearly recuperated from her own injuries, Quinn knew the first order of business would be to find a job and get out of Danburn and Kendrick’s hair.

Danburn had invited his friends to his home to spend the holidays, and that included his good friend, Hanson McClain. Hanson’s parents had run off and left the estate in a shamble and near financial ruin. It had taken Hanson months to repair the damage, and he was ready for a break. 

Quinn had no idea that her cousin, Kendrick, was mated to a dragon, and that she and her sister were the only humans in the house. And now, the handsome stranger, Hanson, also a dragon, had claimed that she was his mate. It was time to leave. The ever practical, Quinn didn’t want solutions just handed to her on a silver platter. She’d make it on her own. But in life things don’t always go as planned. Like it or not, Hanson’s parents were a problem she’d be forced to deal with, and she discovered her sister, Carmine, had abilities Quinn didn’t quite understand. 

Thrust head first into a world of immortals, Quinn found she had a whole new set of problems. Now, the first order of business would be to protect her little sister and hopefully not die in the process.










Danburn English is the ninth earl of the English castle. He and his dragon alter ego have been on this earth for a very long time. Danburn is accustom to his orders being followed to the letter, no questions asked, so when this feisty young woman bucks his authority he is beyond angry.

Kendrick Barrera can’t seem to get caught up. Every time she turns around, her sister is in trouble again. Now, because of her sister’s new mess, she’s being evicted and has nowhere to go.

Danburn’s intentions were to defend her honor, but when Kendrick intervenes, she steps in front of a punch intended for her mouthy landlord. Now Danburn has to step back and take a good long look at himself, and he doesn’t much like what he sees.

Kendrick doesn’t care for the overbearing lord of the manor and makes no bones about telling him so either. No one, especially him, is going to tell her what to do or how to act or dress.

There is something about the feisty woman that has touched Danburn’s heart. She has a rare honesty and bravery that has him take notice. A woman like that is hard to find and should be protected and cherished. The chemistry is there, they’ve both felt it, but controlling his mouth just might get in the way of winning Kendrick’s heart….


Cassie had just arrived in Danburn’s territory and she knew as a dragon she had to report to him. Whether she liked it or not, she’d gone from one ruling male, her father, to another. Being a female dragon, and unmated, she felt cursed for her lot.

Everette Welsh, Rett to his friends, was having a hard time making ends meet. He was a good attorney, but it seemed to do him little good. His good friend, Danburn, insisted he quit his job and come work for him. Rett had no intentions of taking Danburn up on his offer, but when his boss called him into his office and was demanding that he apologize for threatening a man who blackmailing him, the words “I quit” spilled from his mouth without thinking. However, once said, he felt better for it.

Rett found himself on the wrong end of a shotgun blast, and Cassie gave a bit of herself to save him. There were only three conditions of taking dragon’s blood that a human would survive, and the other two didn’t apply to him. Rett and Cassie were mates.

Only two things stood in their way: Rett’s obnoxious mother, and Cassie’s father, a lethal combination…



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Winnie wasn’t happy with Cooper at all. She had only done what she was ordered to do and had spent five years in prison because of it. Cooper was supposed to protect her, but he didn’t. Now the dragon king wanted her to protect them all from the new slayers in town? How was that fair? The sooner she completed her mission, the sooner she could move on and leave this all behind her.

Hudson had been told that Cooper had hired a man by the name of Wendall to protect them. He just wanted to meet the man so he could measure his worth, but when the door opened, the woman behind it was writhing in pain, he only meant to help her. The moment he touched her, her pain was now his as well. 

Winnie had been appointed by the Dragon Board to be the protector of dragons long before last names were given. She had hunted her first, expecting to be paid by coin, but was rewarded instead with magic and title. She didn’t have time to take a mate, much less a Manning, she had work to do.

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Quinn decided that if she ever woke up from this dream, she was going to be terribly upset with someone. She was in a real castle with servants and everything. As she made her way down the stairs again, trying hard not to make any noises that would bring someone after her, she thought of her sister, Carmine, who would be celebrating her tenth birthday in a few months, and how much fun she was having. Just yesterday she’d been swimming in the big pool of water. Kendrick said she’d been having so much fun that she hated to have her come in for dinner. And Carmine said that the water was warm, not at all like a bath but better. It was wonderful seeing her smile again. “You really should listen to the doctor, my dear.” Quinn turned and looked at Elissa, Danburn’s mom, when she spoke. “I know how it is, however. I so love to keep moving too. Where are you headed and I’ll come with you, as a helper.” “To the window. Carmine said it was snowing and I wanted to see it.” Elissa nodded and walked with her, not telling her to be careful again and again. “Kendrick is out and so is Danburn. I think they went to go Christmas shopping.” “They did. I talked with her a little while ago. And she got news that one of Danburn’s friends is coming in tonight. You’ll like Hanson. He’s a nice man.” Pausing to rest, Quinn leaned against the banister to get her breath back. “How’s your mom today?” That hurt her. Not the question, but the fact that she would have to tell her that her mom was dying. Looking at the window, wanting to change the subject, she thought of life without her mom. But being a realist was what got her through things. “She isn’t going to make it much longer, I’m afraid. I’ve known that for some time, but the stress of me being hurt and my sister sick, it’s taken its toll on her. She’s.... My mom is special to me. All I have besides my little sister.” Elissa said she was sorry. “I am as well. She’s trying to be strong, but I think that’s making it harder for her. I told her a little while ago just to let go. I hate it, but I can’t see her suffering much more.” Quinn saw her mom every chance she got. But she also noticed that while she was in the room with her, Mom didn’t rest as well. Fussing at her for getting up, or worrying after her and Carmine. After assuring her that they were both well and Carmine was no longer ill, her mom closed her eyes with a smile and she’d left her there. “She’s comfortable though, isn’t she?” Quinn said that she was. The medications were helping her a great deal. “I lost my husband. He got an infection from a shard of iron we didn’t know that he had and it killed him. You’d think that it only happened yesterday the way I feel some days. But I miss him every day.” They started walking again, and just as they were going to the front of the house, her sister came running around the corner. Carmine was the picture of health, and it made Quinn smile every time she saw her. 

“Did you know that I have a snow coat? And boots? Kendrick gave them to me. She said that it’s a present with no ties. I didn’t know what she meant, so Danburn told me that it was just a present, without being something for my birthday or Christmas.” Quinn told her that was wonderful. “I’m going to miss them when we go.” After Carmine left them to run more, Elissa asked her if they were going somewhere. She smiled at the older woman. They were the kindest people she’d ever known. Nodding, she sat down on the chair that had been moved near the front window for her. “We can’t stay here forever. I mean, I have to get myself a job and a place to stay.” She had lost her job, but thanks to the state, she wasn’t going to have to work nearly as many jobs to keep them in food and meds. “Rett said that he was looking into a few things for me. I don’t know what that means, but he told me to leave it to him.” “I would imagine that he does have a handle on things. He’s a good man too. And happy. There was a time when he was as sad as any man I’ve ever known. Cassie has done him a world of good.” Quinn said she liked her too. “I do as well. I’ve always thought of Rett as my son, and now that he’s living close to us, I can go and see him whenever I wish. The rest of them too. I think that all of them, for the most part, have decided to stay here. Or at least have a home that they can come to when they need to be with family. But as for you leaving, I don’t think that Kendrick has any idea of your plans, does she?” “She can be pretty bossy, can’t she?” They both laughed. “No, I’ve not told her. I think she’s figured it out that I’m needing to go, but she won’t be as easy to convince of it. I’ve loved staying here for the last two weeks, but it’s time we got back up on our own two feet. I need to get Carmine into some kind of school. And then there is the rest of our lives. Things haven’t been all that good for us.” Elissa sat down next to her on the little couch that had been brought for her as well. To have someone know your every need and take care of it, to not have to go without because you have all the money in the world, was amazing. It wasn’t anything she thought she’d ever get used to. Not in several lifetimes. “Have Danburn and Kendrick spoken to you yet?” Quinn shook her head, bracing for the bad news. “They will. There are things that you need to be made aware of. And things you need to understand. I think their plan was for them to speak to you this evening. After your sister goes to bed.” “Do we need to start packing now? I’ve been just living out of my suitcase—not that I have that much—in case they get tired of us. Carmine isn’t so easy to keep neat…that’s it, isn’t it? We’ll go, but I really do need to—” The hand over her mouth shut her up. “I’m sorry. I just worry.” “No, nothing to be sorry for or to worry about. You’ll be fine.” A noise, or the lack of it, had the two of them turning to the grand staircase. It wasn’t until she saw the doctor, Pierce, go running up the stairs that she knew it was her mom. Standing up, she turned when Elissa told her to wait. “I’ll go up now, but you take your time, child. Hurrying up there will get you hurt or worse. I won’t tell you to stay here, but don’t hurt yourself.” 

She was gone. Her mom, she knew, had died. Moving toward the stairs, she was stopped when the doorbell rang. Quinn stood there, not wanting to go and needing to at the same time, but turned to the door. She opened it just as a man turned away to speak to someone behind him.  “I can get them. Just leave them there and I’ll make a couple of trips. No big deal.” The man moved as if he was going to get whatever it was now, and she heard Elissa coming back down the stairs. “Excuse me, but I’m going to leave the door open for you. I have to go upstairs. My mom is...I have to go upstairs.” He looked at her then and she felt her heart flutter. Good Lord, he was handsome. “I’m so sorry. Please, I have to go.” “Let me help you. I can smell your pain.” That wasn’t right, so she was sure she’d misheard him. “Come on, love. Let me help you out and you’ll be fine.” He picked her up like she weighed nothing at all and carried her to the stairs. It was strange and delightful to be handled like this. But before they made it up even three of the stairs, Elissa stopped them. “I’m so sorry, Quinn.” It was true then, her mom had passed away. Sobbing, she buried her face in the neck of the man who held her. “Hanson, take her on up, please. Her mother has just passed. And do be careful, son. She’s been hurt badly herself.” Quinn had no idea how they made it the rest of the way to her mom’s room. Before she knew it, she was in the large room and sitting by her side. Holding her hand, Quinn told her mom how sorry she was and that she wished she’d been there for her. All the while, the man, Hanson, stayed with her. Carmine came in a few minutes later and tried to sit on her lap. “Here you go, honey. Come sit with me. I’ll hold you up.” Carmine, usually so reserved around strangers, went right to Hanson and climbed onto his lap. Holding her gently, Hanson told her how sorry he was and that he had her. They both cried for several minutes before Pierce came in to talk to her. “I’m so sorry, Quinn. But I will tell you that after you talked to her earlier, she did rest easier. Telling her that you were going to take care of Carmine, that helped.” Quinn told him it was her sister. “Yes, but at times like this, you have no idea how the smallest things can seem so large when you’re ill. I’m to understand that she wanted to be cremated, correct?” “Yes. She thought that her ashes could be placed with my dad’s. He’s been cremated as well.” Pierce nodded. “Was she in any pain? I mean, I should have been here. I was only going to.... She sent me to see the snow.” “No, she wasn’t in any pain. The medications were helping her with that. She simply went to sleep and that was all.” She nodded, holding her mom’s hand while he continued. “Danburn and Kendrick are on their way back. As soon as they get here, we’ll call the ambulance to take her to the funeral home.” Hanson and Pierce talked quietly. Carmine left them when the maid from the kitchen came to get her. Carmine was going to enjoy some cookies and milk, she told her. As soon as her sister was out of earshot, Quinn laid her head on her mom’s chest and spoke to her. 

“I’m going to miss you so much. I’m so glad that you were here instead of the hospital. You would have hated that. And they wouldn’t have let you rest as well, either. I love you, Mom. So very much.” Crying again, she felt someone put their hand on her back and she looked up at Hanson. “She’d been sick for so long. They told her that she’d have six months, tops, but she didn’t even get to have three. And now she’s missed Thanksgiving too. What am I going to do without her now?” He got down on his knees and held her to him. It was strange to think that she didn’t know this man but felt so at home in his arms. As she let tears fall over her cheeks, she had a fleeting thought of how it would feel to have someone hold her like this all the time. But men like this one, rich and probably famous too, wouldn’t ever think to do this if she’d not been in such need. “I’m all right now.” Pulling away from his arms was the most difficult thing she’d had to do in a while. “I’m okay now. I’m sure you didn’t come here to help me out. I heard you were coming. I thank you for what you’ve done for us, but I’m sure this wasn’t part of your planned visit.” “Its fine, my dear. And yes, Danburn invited me for a holiday. However, I had no idea that things were going to go so well for me when I got here. To get to hold a pretty woman in my arms and be her knight in shining armor isn’t something that a man gets to do often.” She nodded and told him he was being kind. “No, not kind, truthful. My name is Hanson McClain. You’re…?” “Quinn Langley. My sister is Carmine Langley. We’re cousins to Kendrick. Well, not really. My mom was good friends with Kendrick’s father’s family, and we sort of grew up together. As much as we could.” He said that he’d heard about Kendrick’s mom. “Yeah, not a nice person. I lost track of Kendrick after she was hurt, but she called me when I was shot and came to get me. Who would have thought that we only lived a drive away? Like decades hadn’t passed.” “That’s the way it is with the Englishs. But my parents aren’t all that nice either. In fact, they’re a pain in my ass. Not nice people at all. Thankfully, Danburn would bring me here when things got too bad, and I’d hang out with his family. I’ve thought of Elissa as my mom since I was a child.” She nodded. “You’re very beautiful, has anyone told you that?” “Right. No, they haven’t. You’re a nice man, and a flirt. But you don’t have to do that.” He asked her what he’d done. “Being nice. I thank you for bringing me up here. I hope you didn’t hurt your back. I’m not exactly a lightweight.” “You don’t weigh anything to me. Especially since I’m not—” Elissa cleared her throat, then shook her head. “Ah, so you’ve not been told. All right. Then we’ll talk later. Elissa, my love, how have you been?” Quinn had no idea what was going on, but it didn’t matter. She had to make arrangements now. Find a place for her and her sister to live. As Elissa and Hanson spoke, she thought of things that she was going to have to do, and soon. Her mom had left her. But she was also in a better place, a place without pain. And that, she knew, was the point of her leaving her all alone in the world. ~~~ 

Hanson sat in his friend’s office while he made arrangements to have the body picked up. There wasn’t anything for Hanson to do to help him, so he thought about what had brought him here. Certainly not the little woman upstairs, that’s for sure. But he was here, and so was she. While the timing could have been a lot better, he wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now. But he’d hold his secret with him just a little while longer.  Danburn hung up just as Hanson was going to leave him. “I’m sorry to have you sit there bored, but things had to be taken care of. The poor woman has been ill for a long time. I mean, in human years at least. By the time we got them here, Madeline was so far gone that we weren’t able to do anything but make her comfortable. It’s sad, really. The way that she just gave up toward the end. Pierce said that had she had better care in the beginning, she might have been able to live a little longer, but they could only do so much. They were on all kinds of government programs that did little to nothing for her.” Hanson told him he was sorry. “Not exactly the homecoming that I wanted you to have.” “It’s fine, Danburn. I’m all right.” He stood up. “I have luggage to take someplace. I’m assuming that since you already have a full house, I should—” “You will stay here.” Hanson nodded and sat back down when Danburn asked him to. He could have argued about the hotel, but it would have done no good. Danburn’s word was law where he was concerned. “We’ll get this cleared up and then have a nice dinner. I’m sure that Quinn won’t be joining us. I had hoped that you’d hit it off, but we’ll get through this. And then the two of you can become friends too. She’s a wonderful person. You and her, you have a lot in common too, I think.” He hoped they hit it off too, now that he knew what she was to him. Sitting there while he thought of his mate upstairs, he also thought of his parents. They were going to be very unhappy with him. Not just him, but they would absolutely hate Quinn. If for no other reason than she was his mate. There were things— “Hanson? Where did you go just now?” He felt embarrassed and smiled. “There it is, that famous smile that got you out of more trouble than anyone I knew. I’m glad that you’re here. With Thanksgiving in a few days, I think it’ll be great. Kip and the rest of the gang are coming too. They should all three arrive tomorrow sometime.” “The girl and her mom. What’s up with them? I know that she’s related to Kendrick, but why was the younger one, I think her name is Quinn, shot?” Danburn leaned back in his chair and regarded him. It was a look he’d seen on the dragon king a million times. Too knowing and too smart. “What do you have running through that thick skull of yours?” “She doesn’t know what we are yet. We thought it best that we waited, to see how things went. She’s your mate, isn’t she?” He nodded, his heart feeling the push of happiness right then. “We have talked to her, but Kendrick was watching the news one night and heard about it. Quinn was applying for aid from the state for some help for her mom and sister. The poor girl was working three or four jobs, trying her best to make it, but the meds were too much for her and her mom needed them. While there, an employee had a breakdown, and shot Quinn three times while she tried to protect 

some children that were there. And another woman—Smith, I think her name was—the mother of the four kids, was also killed. Then the employee, CarolAnn Bishop, put the gun to her head and killed herself before the police arrived. It was touch and go for a while whether or not Quinn was going to be able to come here, what with her injuries and how much pain she was in. But Kendrick, as is her way, pushed and pushed until she was released to Pierce’s care.” “And then your lovely wife brought them all here and has been taking care of them, correct?” He said that was pretty much it. “Now the mom is gone, leaving a little sister and my mate.... Where do they have to go now? Besides with me.” “Rett is an attorney, as you know, and he’s working on getting them representation for some money. He can’t do it himself, sadly, because he’s our mayor, but he knows some people that can. Also, while talking about him, his mom is in jail and his dad is out. That’s another long story, but I think you’ll enjoy that one.” Hanson laughed but still thought of Quinn. “You upset? About any of this? The girl, her sister? I should tell you, Hanson, they’ve been dealt some pretty shitty hands. Not just with this, but in looking into their lives, it’s been pretty much a downhill shit ball from the beginning.” “My parents will hate them both.” Danburn nodded. “As for the little girl, no, I don’t mind having her in my life too. Our life, I suppose I should say now. And as you called it, my parents have decided that now the house is paid off and taxes caught up, they can come back. I’ve not seen them yet, and I have no desire to, but I’ve given word that they’re not to enter the castle, nor are they to touch the money in my account. I’m sure if they don’t know where I am yet, they’ll figure it out soon enough. And I have to tell you, that worries me a great deal. They’ll hurt her, just to get back at me.” “Let them come. We can take care of them.” Hanson knew that he’d say that and told him it was his fight. “No. You’re one of my best friends, a man that I have come to love like a brother. It’s our fight. And I’m sure we can make them rue the day they messed with us.”  “Your mom will have fun with it.” They both laughed and were still doing so when Elissa came into the room. After hugging her tightly, they all made their way into the living room to talk. Quinn and her sister were in there and started to leave when they entered. “Please, don’t leave on our account. We were just going to talk about Thanksgiving.” “My sister is ready for bed, I’m afraid. And she’s had a rough day. So, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go up with her.” He and Danburn stood when she did, and he could tell that she was embarrassed. “Good night.” Then she was gone, taking a small part of his heart with him. Soon enough, she’d have it all, and he was glad to give it to her. Elissa eyed him strangely but didn’t ask. He was sure she’d figure it out soon. Danburn laughed, and he knew that she’d been told by him. And Elissa, being Elissa, surely made a comment along the lines of it was about time. He loved this family, and had always thought of them as a better family than the one he was born to. Elissa had been the mother that he’d always needed, and Danburn and the others, brothers. 

“I’ve been thinking, I need a safe house for.... I need a safe house until my parents see the light.” Danburn asked him if here was all right. “It might be, but I’d rather not. I don’t want you to be involved in this thing with them. I know you will be…they’ll blame whatever I’m doing on you, as you know. But I would like to have a place that they can focus their anger on me and not you. I know it’s going to be bad, and to be honest, I just want it over with. Especially now.” “Your parents, you mean?” He nodded at Elissa. “They should have been dealt with a great many decades ago. They need to be horsewhipped. Or worse. What have they done now, Hanson? Something diabolical, I’m betting.” “They left me with a mess. I had called the bank on another matter, and since the banker knows me, he told me about the taxes as well as the lack of upkeep on the house. My God, you should have seen it. The animals that roam the ground were all but dead. It took me over a month to get that alone squared away. Then there were the taxes. Fifty-two years of back taxes. I had to sell off some of the family things just to get it taken care of that day. Money wasn’t something that I had readily, but I do now. I’ve since been able to get the things back, but you have no idea what kind of mess the home was in. Even the staff.... There wasn’t any money for them to fall back on after my parents left them there holding the bag. Most of them had begun sleeping in the keep to have a place to go at night. And to keep out the town.” Elissa told him she was sorry. “Not as sorry as they’re going to be when I see them. I’ve had enough. It’s been difficult enough trying to get things finished up without them being childish, as well as a couple of deadbeats. And there was Jessie…. They left her there, Danburn. Just left her to die all alone. I had no idea.” “You should have called me. I would have helped you.” Hanson knew that, and it was precisely the reason that he hadn’t called. Not that he was embarrassed, because Danburn knew his family almost as well as he did, but he just didn’t want to bother his friend. Again. “Well, you’re here now and we can take care that they don’t get in. I insist that you allow me to let someone go in there and keep an eye on it. I need to help you.” “You make sure that things here are safe too. You know what they’re going to do. And now with Quinn in the picture, I don’t want her hurt either.” He stood up when he heard someone coming. Her scent blew toward him and he knew it was going to be her. When she entered the room, he knew that she’d been crying again.  “I’m sorry to interrupt your visit, but I wanted to ask you about the arrangements. I should have done so earlier, but my mind wasn’t clear.” Danburn asked her to have a seat and she did. “I seem to be in a fog right now, but I know that things have to be taken care of before we leave.” “You’re leaving?” She looked at Hanson as he glanced at Danburn. “You’re not kicking her to the curb, are you, old man? I thought for sure you were going to open your home to all that needed you. Sort of a home for wayward friends.” “I didn’t need him.” He wanted to smile at her tone…so indignant, and hot mad. He loved it. “His wife came to get me and brought me here when I was out of it. I’m pretty sure that if I was forced to come here, I might have remembered that. Who are 

you anyway to ask such a thing of Danburn and his wife? They’ve been nothing but kind to us in our hour of need.” As if she realized what she’d done, gotten upset at a stranger, she looked at Danburn and he could tell that she was going to cry. Getting up, Hanson pulled her from her chair and held her while she did. Danburn and his mom left them, closing the door behind them. “There now, it’s all right. I have you.” He wasn’t sure what to say to her, so he started talking about his mom and dad. “You should meet my parents. You will eventually, but let me warn you now, they’re not nice. I mean, on a scale of one to ten, ten being the worst they could be, they’d be upwards of about ten million. And my mom? Well, let’s just say that she gives a whole new meaning to the word bitch. My dad...he’s not much better. What is it you call a male version of bitch?” “Bastard, I guess. Why do you think I’ll meet them?” He shrugged and brushed her wet hair from her cheeks. “I’m sorry that I snapped at you. I don’t normally do that sort of thing to someone I don’t know. Perhaps you bring out the worst in me.” “Could be. But usually women swoon at my feet.” She smiled at him. “Christ, you’re beautiful when you smile. I’d love to kiss you.” “Whatever for?” He was shocked by the question, but before he could tell her, she pulled away. It was like being given warmth in his heart to have it taken away. “I’m very sorry for snapping at you. I’ve had a stressful few weeks. My mom.... Well, I guess you know that she passed away. And now my sister and I have to find us a place to stay.” “I don’t think you should leave here. I mean, not right away anyway. Danburn was just telling me that he likes having you here. And Carmine is a joy.” Not true, but he knew that Danburn would say that if asked. She moved back more and he took a step toward her. “I mean, it’s the holidays, and mine and Danburn’s friends will be here soon.” “All the more reason for us to get out of your hair. We have.... What are you doing? Stop following me.” He told her he couldn’t help it. “Figure it out. I’m not sure what you think is going on, but you have to stop this. And just because I seemed to fall apart on your shoulder doesn’t mean that I’m going to let you kiss me. It’s…. We’re strangers.” “Just one kiss.” She was afraid of him, and he could almost taste it. “I’m sorry. I don’t see that many pretty girls, and I get lonely.” Instead of laughing, as he had hoped she would, she turned on her heel and left him. Hanson sat down. Then after thinking about what a fool he’d made of himself, he started laughing, which brought in Danburn again. Then he thought of the look on Danburn’s face when he told him what he’d done and he laughed harder. It was the best feeling he’d had in a very long time. Now he had to woo his mate back into his arms. He had a feeling it was going to be much more difficult than dealing with his parents. “But a good deal more fun.” 















Monday, September 4, 2017

David: The Whitfield Rancher Release Every Where & Give Away









Sunny, or Sunshine Davis, is a well-known investigative reporter. After her recent article shuts down a drug lab, she just disappears. People everywhere are looking for her. Truth is she’s been shot and left for dead. Tanner, a vampire, has other plans for the feisty reporter. He needs her help, so he saves her. His old friend, Ollie Whitfield, owes him a favor, so he sends her there to lay low for a while.

David Whitfield is on a deadline with his publisher. When he’s writing, he’s in a world of his own. When his grandda, Ollie, asks him to hide out a friend, he’s all for it. He’d do anything for his grandda. What David doesn’t expect is for the woman he’s supposed to be hiding out to be his mate. A very hurt mate that has his tiger in a possessive uproar.

Because Sunny technically died before Tanner could revive her, she has a little difficulty remembering the events just prior to her death, but when she does the revelation rocks her to her core. And her baggage can put all the Whitfields in danger.

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Dylan Hutchinson lived and breathed Army, and she’d been under cover so long she’d forgot what it felt like to be a civilian. But the last mission took a turn for the worse and not only was she hurt, but she’s been informed that she could no longer do her job. It’s either a desk job as a recruiter, or she’s out. 

Evan Whitfield didn’t have to work, but he loved his job as a surgeon. And when as his tiger he found an old man wandering in the woods with Alzheimer’s and confused, he wanted to help the family. The family had a daughter in the hospital too, and they were struggling. Evan thought the daughter might be not as sick or hurt as she claimed to be, so he took it upon himself to check her out. Evan was surprised to find that she was not only hurt worse than they claimed, she was also his mate.

For a doctor, Dylan thought Evan was dense. What part of go away didn’t he understand? She wasn’t the mate or marrying kind. Her life was over, not beginning. He needed to just go away….



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Quinn Langley knew her mother didn’t have long to live. Soon it would just be her and her little sister, Carmine. Nearly recuperated from her own injuries, Quinn knew the first order of business would be to find a job and get out of Danburn and Kendrick’s hair.

Danburn had invited his friends to his home to spend the holidays, and that included his good friend, Hanson McClain. Hanson’s parents had run off and left the estate in a shamble and near financial ruin. It had taken Hanson months to repair the damage, and he was ready for a break. 

Quinn had no idea that her cousin, Kendrick, was mated to a dragon, and that she and her sister were the only humans in the house. And now, the handsome stranger, Hanson, also a dragon, had claimed that she was his mate. It was time to leave. The ever practical, Quinn didn’t want solutions just handed to her on a silver platter. She’d make it on her own. But in life things don’t always go as planned. Like it or not, Hanson’s parents were a problem she’d be forced to deal with, and she discovered her sister, Carmine, had abilities Quinn didn’t quite understand. 

Thrust head first into a world of immortals, Quinn found she had a whole new set of problems. Now, the first order of business would be to protect her little sister and hopefully not die in the process.

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Dylan didn’t like this one bit. Rules, she understood those, except the fact that there was no bending of them, even in situations like this one when she felt that her way was the right way. Nor could she fly by the ass of her pants. Rules, she kept telling herself, were a good thing. Of course, she thought that killing the man would have served them all better, but then again, that wouldn’t help. It would be good though, just not helpful. But that didn’t mean she couldn’t make the fucker pay, and pay well for his stupidity. Stretching her neck again, she let out a long breath so she’d have control, or at least the appearance of it. “You say that you had to steal from the leap because it was your right as a member. And that it mattered little to you that there is a system set up that allows you to have food so long as you let someone know what you’re doing?” The man in front of her nodded and smiled at her. “Wipe that grin off your face right now, jackass, or I’ll do it for you. Permanently.”  Evan cleared his throat but said nothing. He was, like he had a dozen times already, reminding her that she needed to be a leader and not kill them all. Stupid rule, that one. She supposed it made sense. If she killed all the idiots, she’d not have a leap to lead. That thought did have some merit, but she didn’t think others would see it her way. Again, the fucking rules. “I was hungry. And since, as the leap leader, you’re to provide for us, I took what I needed.” There was a flaw there, and she wasn’t sure why anyone else hadn’t picked up on it. “I’ll be taking a bit more too, the next time I go by it.” “Well, things will suck for you, I guess. I’ve taken care that it’s all safe and sound.” He just grinned. Choosing to ignore it, she moved on. “Anyway, what do you do for a living? I mean, other than take food you didn’t purchase for yourself, and basically steal from the hand that helps you.” “I don’t have a job at the moment. I’m between them.” He laughed, and so did the four men with him. Men she had to deal with too. “Is this going to take much longer? I have some shit I have to do. And of course, I gotta get me something good to eat.” “The leap larder is empty, as of nine last night. Also, there is a signup sheet for those that need something from it, and rules regarding it.” The man—she forgot his name because she’d been calling him dickweed—objected. “I really don’t care what you think is unfair, you idiot. I’m in charge of this, not you. Also, as of this morning by approval from the council, every able-bodied member of this leap will work. Whether at an outside job, meaning not leap work, or something for the leap. What is it you’re good at, besides stealing and being a lazy fuck?” “I don’t want to work. It interferes with my nap times.” The men with him laughed again when he turned to look at them. Dylan looked at Evan who shrugged. She was on her last bit of patience with this group, and he knew it. “Besides, it’s your duty to provide for those who don’t have anything, like housing and food. And if I can’t afford 
my bills for power and the like, you’re supposed to pay those too. You can do it. All rich and mighty Whitfields like you could.” “Yes, it is my job. Or I can cut you loose. That’s one of the rules too. One I like, so you know. You did read that one too when you were looking for loopholes, right? If I can’t pick and choose the ones I want to use or not, you can’t either.” He stared at her, mean, like he was going to hurt her if her words didn’t suit him. Dylan stood up and let him see that she was armed. “You can be pissy all you want, you little fuck. As of right now, you have ten days to get your shit together and get out, or you find you a job that you work at for forty a week. Or I can find you something suitable. And trust me, you don’t want that to happen.” “You’re not being very nice to me, Dylan. I thought for sure, being a woman and all, you’d be more sympathetic for me.” He grabbed his crotch and shook it, like that was something sexy. When Evan stood up, she moved to the man and grabbed his cock hard. “Christ, lady. That’s too rough. You like it that way?” Putting pressure on his dick made her feel better, and when he whimpered she smiled at him. Squeezing on his little twig and berries more, she watched him pale. It was going her way or he’d be dead. Evan was well within his rights as her mate to kill him. She knew that. “This is how it’s going to work. Are you listening to me?” He didn’t answer, so she squeezed harder and he begged her to stop. “So, are you listening to me?” “Yes. Christ, yes, I’m listening.” She told him again what was going to happen. “I don’t want to work. Fuck, bitch, you’re going to pay.” She let him go and moved back when he puked on the ground in front of her. He looked up at her, his eyes full of hate. When he opened his mouth, she kicked him in the head. He was out before she put her foot back on the ground. Turning to the other idiots that had fucked up her day, she asked who was next. Each of the other men dropped to the ground and rolled to their backs. She had read about this in one of the books Evan had given her. Something about exposing their most vulnerable part to her. But she wasn’t entirely sure why they were doing it to her. Turning to Evan, he smiled and gave her a thumbs up. Well, if he said it was okay, she would go on.  “This is how it’s going to work with the rest of you. Either straighten your asses up or you’ll be gone before you can say shit. Understand?” They each said they understood and called her master. “A job has been found for each of you. You work it, you’ll get help when you need it. Otherwise, you’ll be gone, just as dickweed here is going to be when he wakes up.”  “Mistress?” She told the man on the end to stand up. “He’s got a mate and a couple of kids. You gonna kill them? If so, well then, I can’t be here no more. She and them kids, they didn’t do nothing to you but be his mate.” “I’ll look into that. And I’m not a monster. I’m just a leap leader that wants everyone to be treated fairly, and dickweed here wasn’t allowing that. I give what I get in circumstances like this. It’s up to you guys if you want to stay or not, but I won’t put up with bullshit. Not one bit of it.” He nodded and she released them. As they slunk off, 
she turned to Evan when he sat by her. “They’re going to fuck up, you know that, don’t you?” “Yes, but not for a week or so yet. Are you kicking him out? His name is Jared, by the way, not dickweed.” She snorted. “Right. Anyway, I have to go into town. My last time this week, I promise. Then I’ll be off call and we can have some fun.” “We have fun a lot now, dork.” He took her hand in his as they made their way back to the house. “It’s almost done, isn’t it? I mean, we only have the yard to finish up and then it’ll be complete.” “Yes, and that can’t be worked on entirely until the spring. Adam is waiting to see what comes up, whether it’s all weeds or some flowers too. Are you all right? You’ve seemed sort of off all morning. Are you still bothered about what the counsel did?” She looked up at him as he continued speaking. “They made the right choice, baby. You’re very good at this, and things have already improved in the few weeks you’ve been doing it.” “Yeah, well, if they let me do it my way, I’d have it whipped into shape already.” He laughed. “I’m only joking. But it does seem to be going so slow.” “You’ll get it turned around, I know it. In the meantime, we have that meeting with David on the book. Then the dinner with Mom, Dad, and Grandda. By the way, making him your second counsel was fantastic. He’s loving every minute of it.” She told him he was teaching her a lot too. “He’d be the one to do that. I’ve never seen him so excited. Thank you for that.” “It was really for selfish reasons. I miss my own grandda more than I thought I would, and Ollie is a good man. Funny, and he doesn’t cringe every time I open my mouth.” She laughed. “I love your mom, but I tell you, she’s a prude. Every time I mention sex or cuss, she gets all kinds of red in the face. To tell the truth, sometimes I just do it to hear her fuss at me.” “I think she’s figured that out too. Just the other day she asked me the meaning of a couple of those words. And let me tell you, I don’t know which of us was more embarrassed, her or me. So from now on, when you do that, make sure it’s something I’m not going to have to explain to her later.” Dylan laughed. “Or I can make you tell her. I think that would be better.” “No thanks. You think she gets red when you talk to her? I’m sure that if I have to explain them to her, she’s going to flare up like a flame. No, she’s better for it with you.” Dylan thought of a couple more words she could use around the elder Whitfield, and decided to add them to her vocabulary the next time they were together. After Evan left for town, she sat down at her desk. The sucker was bigger than their bed and filled with more electronic equipment than their kitchen. Not that she ventured in there much, but she did get a glass of tea and hurry out at times. The room gave her the willies.  The phone on her desk rang at lunch time, and she answered without looking. There was only one person that used it—the president—and he wanted her to do something. She loved when he called; it meant she could have something to do rather than just clean-up work in the yard. 
~~~ Sunny moved through the crowded restaurant with only one thought in mind…a glass of tea. Her tea maker had died a few hundred miles back, and she’d not had the chance to get another one. And the guy that came by and had saved her life, whoever he was, had done enough for her, and she didn’t want him finding her another one. Besides, she was pretty sure that he’d stopped coming by. He’d left her drugs when she was first hurt. As well as changed her bandage when she wasn’t able to. Sunny didn’t know who he was or why he was doing it, but she was grateful to him. She had no idea where she’d be if he hadn’t, other than six feet underground. When she was able to order, she told the guy what she wanted. The man behind the counter didn’t bat an eye when she asked for the largest tea he had. He simply turned around, pulled a gallon of the nectar from the icebox beneath the counter, and put it in front of her. The urge to pick it up and drain it made her mouth water. Paying for the tea, she made her way back to the camper. She pulled a glass from the cabinet and poured some while standing there. If it was as good as it looked, she’d get another one. Otherwise this one, like the others she’d gotten in the last two hours, would be dumped only to try another place. Thankfully, it was as delicious as she’d ever been able to make herself, and she enjoyed a second glass while thinking about her life so far. She had figured out who she was by the newspaper article that she’d found on the countertop a few days after waking up in this thing. The paper had run an article about how she was missing, along with a picture of her. Things started to fall into place after that. Not everything, but enough to know that she owned the camper, and she’d been able to piece together some of what had happened. She’d been shot. By who, she didn’t know yet, but it was for something that she was working on. What that was remained fuzzy, but she was alive now so she could find this person and take care of whatever had happened. Or so she hoped. Sunny, or Sunshine Davis, was an investigative reporter. Freelance, and apparently pretty well known. People everywhere were looking for her. Not all good, she supposed, not with her being shot up, but she was well thought of in some places. She also knew that she had a sister and brother who were looking for her.  “Not that I’m reaching out to them.” That much had been a revelation too, that while she had family, they hated her. Funny, she thought, she didn’t like them either. “Money grubbing shits.” Standing up to make her way to the icebox—not fridge, but an actual icebox—she put the tea inside it and made room for more. Since she’d cleared out most of the food in it a few weeks back, she’d not done much to replenish it. Not that she couldn’t, but with travelling, things tended to get too warm, and she wasn’t up to being sick on top of everything else. Tonight she was staying at a campground, and then tomorrow she was going to find this leap. There wasn’t anyone to ask about them. She’d looked them up on the computer that she’d unearthed a few weeks ago. There was a lot there if you cared, but she’d not 
found that much personal information. They were wealthy, that much was obvious, but there wasn’t a lot on them really, until recently. The fact that it was a large article about one of them getting a new home and how lavish it was made her think that either these people were a big deal or it was a slow news day, maybe both.  Getting around was much easier than it had been even a couple of days ago. Today she hadn’t taken any of the pain medication that had been left for her. And she could eat a little better. Things, to her at least, were looking up.  She glanced at the closet where her personal items had been stored. She had money, a great deal of it. Not that there wasn’t some in her bank accounts, but the closet was filled with the green stuff. Sunny was sort of afraid to count it, fearing it would be more than her head had thought. And that was a large number. It’s not that she had lost her memory about the money. With the exception of the last few minutes before she’d been shot and a few days after, she remembered it all. But the money had never been there, not that much anyway. Sipping her tea, she decided to try and have a little dinner. Sunny hadn’t ever been a big eater, but lately she’d been having consuming more than her usual salad and crackers with cheese. Yesterday she’d eaten three hot dogs and french fries, plus a malted milk.  The man appeared before her just as she stood. Reaching for a gun that wasn’t on her, she braced herself. Sitting down, she waited to see what he wanted. It was the one from before, a tall very slender man in dark clothing. Sunny was sure that he was a vampire, and if not, something similar. Not that she’d ask him, but she was curious. “Vampire. My name is Tanner. I don’t remember now if it’s my first or last, but it’s all I go by nowadays.” He asked if he could have a seat, and when she nodded he did so, but he was very prim about it. “I’m here this time. The last few times, I’ve only been here in shadows. I think you remember that. I have the ability to come and go as I please as well. But that is neither here nor there. I have a few things to tell you. You’re not going to be thrilled about a few…the rest, well, I suppose we shall see.” “All right. But I’ve figured out a few things. Mostly, if you mean that you’ve given me your blood, I’m okay with that.” He thanked her. “Why me? I mean, not that I’m not thrilled shitless that you saved my life, but why?” “The man that shot you—and killed you, by the way—was someone that I know. I cannot tell you anything about him until you remember. That’s the rule.” She nodded. “Why you? Much more complicated than you might wish to be a part of.” “Doubtful I’d turn you down. As I said, you saved my life.” She watched him get up and make a sandwich for her. It was thick with roast beef, tomatoes, and other things she knew were not in there this morning. “You fixed that from what stuff?” “I should have thought about the icebox and it not working when you were traveling. I don’t have any use for such a thing, nor does my staff. I have taken care of that now. This no longer requires ice to keep it cold, and it will stay this way for you. It is cold and stocked. And will be until you reach the Whitfield ranch. You must go there.” She asked him why. “There is a man there—his name is Oliver, but he goes by Ollie—an older gentleman that can help you. You’ll need it with this man coming for 
you. And he will…you’ve ruined his business with your exposé. Do you remember him?” “Alfred James. He’s been doing some testing on animals for a long time, and usually just paid the fine, but I found out that he was testing on some humans, ones that didn’t sign on to his sort of work.” Tanner nodded. “He also had a few disposal issues that came up when I was doing my research. Mostly with the bodies of the people that he used.” “Yes. And had you had this uncanny power that you seem to have developed lately, you would have known that few of them were actually human.” She was afraid of that power, but didn’t say anything to him. “You should use it more, Sunshine. Should you do that then you’ll get better at it. I must admit, I was startled by it, but after looking into a few things, I’ve concluded that it was a combination of your death, my blood, and the drugs that you were taking. Again, that is part of what I needed to tell you.” She could touch things. Well, duh, she thought to herself. Everyone could, she supposed. But when she did, freaky things happened. Stories came to her. She could not just see the person that had held it, but their life history too. Not all, but enough to know how the person was feeling when they had it. The vampire had been her first, and she was sure she knew things about him that no one else did. Finishing the sandwich, she regarded the man in front of her. He looked to be only in his mid to late thirties, but she knew he had to be much older. He dressed well, but not overly lavish. He was educated, highly so, and was also street smart. She liked him. And for whatever reason, trusted him.  “This thing that I can do, I’ve figured out that no matter what it is, if I touch it for long enough, I can read, or whatever it is I do, all about it. Like the last owner. Names, addresses, as well as tell if they’re dead or not. Kind of creepy, but in my line of work, it could also be very useful.” “Yes, I would say so. But back to Ollie. He is a good man, one you can trust with your life. He has some...let’s just call them connections to the paranormal world that will keep you hidden away until you’re at full strength. His oldest grandson took a mate, and she has become a leap leader that you will need as well. Very strong as well as mouthy. Much like you.” Sunny smiled. “I don’t know if you realize this, but that wasn’t a compliment.” “Sure it was. Being mouthy is what keeps me around. I mean, other than bullets, I can worm my way out of most anything.” He laughed when she did. “And this man, Ollie, he will help me hide out, then what?” “You’ll be able to do your research for me. Alfred has another plant, one that I’ve not been able to find. My hope is that he has this other lab, and there is where you’ll find my family. My kiss. But most importantly, my mate.” She nodded and asked how many were in it. “My kiss is of about twenty vampires varying in age. One of them being my mate, as I said.” 
“She’s still alive then?” Tanner said that he was, as far as he knew. “I’m sorry. Yes, then. He. Can’t you connect with him or something? I don’t know a great deal about how that will work. But you connect with me, correct?” “I cannot connect with him because he’s somewhere that is blocked from me. I know him to be alive because I have not felt his death. And I would, as I would yours should you meet with another killer. He is still alive, but for how long, I know not.” She nodded as she began to take notes. “I will help you as much as I can, but I cannot show myself as easily as you would be able to. You’ll be safe, as safe as they can make you, with the Whitfields. Ollie, he is aware that you’re coming.” “What sort of cats are they?” He told her and Sunny looked at him as a chill washed over her. “I don’t like tigers. I knew one once.” “Yes, I know.” He didn’t say anything else but watched her. “Ollie is a good man. And his family are the best people you’d ever want to meet.” “If you say so.”  She sat there long after he was gone, but wasn’t sure about this now. Tigers? She was more than a little terrified of the fuckers. Once, when she’d been working in a warehouse to find out what sort of shit they had going on, there had been a couple of them, big fuckers that roamed the place when it was in lockdown. The larger of the two had played with her for a while before he pounced. She’d spent three hours with him letting her go then chasing her down to cut her up again. Sunny had never been so glad to see the police as she was that next morning. Then she was off to the hospital to get several hundred wounds stitched closed, as well as her broken arm set. Those fuckers were a nasty group. Not only had she gotten a great story on the crap that they’d been doing, but the story about the illegal use and poor care of the tigers had gotten her praise. If she’d been honest with the newspaper, she would have asked for a gun to blow the things out of existence. She hated them that much.